Marco
“Te amo, mami.”
I winked at the blonde as she ran her hands down my chest. This was the second time I’d seen her at the bar; the first time I’d actually bothered chatting her up.
“I love it when you speak Italiano to me,” she purred, fluttering her long eyelashes at me, her big brown eyes fucking me with her gaze. “You’re so sexy.”
“It’s Spanish, but whatever.”
I let her unbutton my shirt, one button at a time, her fingernails grazing my skin. Some of the other patrons were staring at us wondering how I got to be the lucky bastard with a sexy blonde practically giving me a lap dance.
“Say something in Spanish to me again.” She pushed her breasts against my arm.
“A darle que es mole de olla,” I said in my sexiest voice, knowing she had no idea that I was telling her to start working with energy and enthusiasm. I looked down at my throbbing cock.
“Si, papi.”
She did a little dance in front of me. Her hips were a bit stiff, but nothing I couldn’t work with. For one night, at least.
“Do you know what I just said?” I cocked my head to the side as her fingers made their way down to my crotch and ran over my bulge.
“No, but I don’t care. Whatever you said, I’m cool with.” She winked.
“Oh, yeah?” I ran my hands through my short dark hair. “I said I want you to blow me.”
She didn’t even blink. “Now? In the bathroom?”
“Nah.” I shook my head and looked at the bartender, who was pretending to not stare at us. “Shamus, another gin.”
“Sure, Marco.”
He grabbed a bottle from the top shelf and poured a generous amount into a glass before handing it to me. I grabbed the glass and downed the smooth liquid in one deep gulp.
“I would love a vodka and Sprite.” The blonde gave me a wicked smile. “It would get me ready to take you in my mouth.”
“The bartender’s right there.” I shrugged. I never wasted my money on gold diggers and sluts. I didn’t have to. They usually did what I wanted for free.
“Oh.” She looked taken aback. “I guess I don’t need a drink. What do you want me to do now, big boy?”
“I already told you.” I was starting to get bored. I stared at my watch. It was already eleven p.m. “Look, I have to leave in a little bit. I’ve got an early flight.”
“Oh?” She pouted as she leaned in and kissed the side of my neck.
“I’m going up to SF to visit my sister tomorrow.” I grimaced. “I’m going to meet her new boyfriend, so that should be fun.”
I couldn’t believe that Jane had gone and gotten herself a boyfriend. I’d have to warn him that my fists would be in his face if he even thought about hurting her.
“Need some company?” She bit down on her lower lip. “I’ve always wanted to go to SF.”
“Nah, I’m good.”
I looked to my right to see a hot chick with long brown hair staring at me, sucking on her finger. I smiled at her and she winked at me. When I waved for her to come over, she jumped up and almost ran to me. I could tell her panties were wet just from the way she was walking. The brunette stopped next to me and looked at the blonde, and then they both looked at me with wicked smiles.
This was what I liked about the women I met in the bar. They knew what I wanted before I even had to ask. I checked the time again and grinned. I still had plenty of time to have some fun with these two and then head home to shower and pack.
I was excited to see my sister, but I knew that there was no way I’d be able to do my thing with her around. Better for me to double up on pleasure tonight so that I’d be ready for my upcoming drought.